I can see your breath this morning from the kitchen window
Another year has passed , they grow so painfully fast ..
Nursery rhymes , Dr Seuss storybooks are history this morning , sweet reminders of another time in a different place ..
Eight by tens on an antique desk , postcards from Summer on Tybee Island .. Porcelain dolls line the mantle , refrigerator magnets , remainders of our many trips , vacations , ceramic saucers and tin bells , blown glass and seashells ..
Sugar cookies and caramel apples , skinned knees and jigsaw puzzles
Red cheeks with Mothers scarf , your favorite coat , laughing with friends .
Yes I caught a glimpse of your breath a short while ago , reminded me of a little girl waiting on the school bus , not so long ago ..